Chapter 98

Rhye despised both elf and demon magic. He'd grown accustomed to being at the top of the food chain as an alpha werewolf. He was the jolt in the darkness that frightened the other creatures. Yet, for all his power, he had no resistance against Garnald's plunge through the portal, and he was enveloped by the persistent sting of the odd mist that seemed to cut into his skin with cruel pleasure.

He had a brief opportunity to bask in the fact that he'd kept the demons' dirty hands off Lily before being propelled out of the portal with enough force to bash his skull into a cement wall. He was temporarily disoriented and didn't comprehend that magic wasn't the only risk. Not until he heard the bang of a thick door and turned to find himself in a jail designed specifically for demons.

Anything supernatural.

Werewolves are included.

He gently turned, allowing his senses to flow forth while furiously wiping the blood from his brow.

The fact that they were deep undergro